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Summary: COMPLETE (new chapter up everyday - total of 7 chapters!). Sasuke has spent every day since the war's end trying to rebuild. It's a good thing Naruto has been doing the same, isn't it? Canonverse, but still AU (no marriages), Sasunaru/Narusasu. Written for SNS Month 2017! (Day 2 Prompt: Uchiha Sasuke).
A/N: I'm so sorry this is so much later than usual! I had a very long, snowy bus ride ;_;
Rebuilding
Chapter 6: Together
"For his birthday?"
Sasuke covered up his flinch with a glare—in this crowd of people, he hadn't sensed Sakura's presence at all. She didn't seem fazed, only looking past him to the window he had been staring into.
The window of the jewelry store.
"Or for something else?"
She gave him a knowing look. He scowled at her, promptly turning on his heel. The girl somehow managed to interpret it as an invitation to walk alongside him.
It wasn't as if it was a plan he had been seriously considering—it was just a fleeting, spur-of-the-moment thought—nothing of any actual value—
"You know he'd say yes," she said quietly.
Sasuke shook his head.
"I'm not—" he let out a quiet breath, "there's no point to it. Nothing would change."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Is that your main issue? I figured it was more about making your relationship public."
Oh. Well, that…
"Which—for the record, aside from privacy—isn't really an issue. The Hokage generally doesn't have a public relationship for the protection of their spouse, but considering Naruto's already run all over the country alerting everyone in sight that you're his most precious person—"
Sasuke's face flushed.
"—I think that ship has sailed."
"And besides," she laughed, "the real question is can you stomach another Naruto speech? Because that's what you'd be asking for."
A bubble of amusement rose in Sasuke's chest. Yes—Naruto would absolutely give some cheesy, long-winded, heartfelt speech about their bond—about how much Sasuke meant to him—about how what they had between them could never truly break—
He swallowed.
Maybe—
Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea…
Kakashi stared at him, eyes wide.
"Hypothetically."
He appeared to shake himself.
"Have you—have you asked Naruto?"
"Ah," Sasuke looked away, "no. Not—yet."
He knew Naruto would say yes—he knew—but standing here, under Kakashi's scrutinizing gaze—he was suddenly far less confident.
He swallowed thickly.
"I—ah—" he shuffled back, making the motions to leave, but—
"Sasuke," Kakashi called out. His visible eye looked…suspiciously bright.
Sasuke turned, feeling as if his throat had been sewn shut.
"If—no—when Naruto agrees," he said, "I would. I would be honoured to be there in the place of your family."
Sasuke inhaled—Sakura's words chimed through his mind like a bell—
'You feel it too, don't you, Sasuke?'
"Not in the place of," the nerves hummed through his veins—he willed himself not to stutter, "as. As my family."
There was a pause—and then Sasuke found himself stumbling backwards with the force of Kakashi's embrace.
He didn't move for a long while.
"Good morning," he muttered quietly, pressing a kiss to Naruto's neck, his jawline, his cheek…
"Sasuke…?" Naruto's eyes were red and unfocused, but the smile broke his face with ease.
"Kakashi is covering for us today," he continued, tracing his fingers along Naruto's body—it really was incredibly convenient that the blonde slept shirtless—
"Mmm," Naruto sighed happily, "wait—already? We took a day off not even like—"
"Usuratonkachi," Sasuke cut him off, "it's your birthday."
Naruto sucked in a breath. Sasuke pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"…I forgot." Naruto's voice was quiet—more serious than it ought to have been. Definitely less excited than it ought to have been.
"Hm," Sasuke trailed kisses along his chest, "let me help you remember…"
He met Naruto's lips with a soft kiss—smirking at the small noise Naruto made as he pulled away. It would have been so easy to keep kissing the blonde—but no, not yet. They had plenty of time—and Sasuke was going to take full advantage of the fact.
He leaned just enough to eye the basket off to the side of the bed. Embarrassing as it had been, Sakura had been more than willing to give him advice—and materials—once he had approached her. He reached over to grab some of the oils—two drops of the purple, one drop of green—
"Sas…?"
"Take off your pants."
Naruto took barely a second to obey, kicking at the blankets until they were off the bed entirely. Sasuke fought a smirk at the slightly dazed, wondrous look in his eyes.
There was always something satisfying about catching Naruto off guard.
"Turn over."
Naruto rolled, propping his head on his arms so he could continue to stare at Sasuke. Sasuke didn't mind. Naruto's face always told him everything he needed to know.
He started on Naruto's calf, mixing the oils together with his hand. If the sharp inhale was anything to go by, they started to work fairly quickly. He could feel the soft tingling sensation begin in his own palm—some strange combination between warmth and cooling—
He moved up, spreading the oil along Naruto's thigh, massaging it into the skin. He pushed up, moving his thumb Naruto's inner thigh—up—he could feel himself getting aroused just from touching the blonde, but he couldn't give in—not yet—
Letting out a low breath, he moved his ministrations to the other leg, adding a bit more oil as he did so. Naruto's eyes had fluttered closed, he noticed, and he hoped the blonde hadn't fallen back asleep—
His hand moved—almost of its own free will—up to massage Naruto's ass. He could feel the throbbing need pulsing between his legs with each movement—he had wanted to take this slow, but at this rate—
Naruto turned around, grabbing at Sasuke to pull him down for a fierce kiss. Sasuke—automatically—wrapped his hand around Naruto's cock—rock hard—spreading the oil over it—Naruto groaned, shuddering in his grip—
Sasuke broke free of the kiss to grab the lube. The rest of the basket—it would have to wait for another day—
Naruto nearly knocked it out of his hand in his attempt to pull off Sasuke's clothes—not that Sasuke was complaining. His shirt was thrown to the ground—his pants kicked to his ankles, and then, well, they'd fall off completely eventually—
He crawled forward until he was sitting between Naruto's legs—the blonde made quite a sight, naked, legs splayed apart, lips swollen and parted, eyes hooded with desire—
Sasuke squirted some lube onto his fingers—experimentally pressing it to his own leg for a moment as he channeled his chakra through it; he'd tried it before, obviously, but he was a lot less—distracted—
Naruto pulled him down for a kiss, each movement of his lips chipped away at Sasuke's restraint—he could feel Naruto's hands on him, the way they shuddered, the way they clawed at his skin—
He broke the kiss, keeping his eyes closed as he pressed a finger inside Naruto. He could hear the hitch in his breath—and then the way it quickened—but Sasuke forced himself to focus—focus—on the feeling of Naruto, differentiating his finger, the lube—and then—letting his chakra spread—
"Nngh—ah! Fu—" Naruto sucked in a breath, "hah—what—ah—"
Sasuke didn't move, scanning Naruto's face—
"Was that electricity, teme?" Naruto gave him a dazed, disbelieving grin.
"A little," Naruto didn't seem hurt—or angry—so that was a good—
"Do it again."
Sasuke smirked, relief flooding his body—followed by a much stronger excitement—
He let his finger move, exploring—letting his chakra accentuate the movements—he didn't really need to tell it where to go—it just felt natural—
"Ss—hah—fuck," Naruto threw his head back, bucking his hips.
Sasuke pushed in another finger—Naruto brow furrowed, but he was nodding, hands scratching at the sheets below him—
"Yeah—hah—nngh," Naruto's head rolled—if was as if he couldn't stay still with the way he was squirming underneath him—
Sasuke lowered his body, pressing kisses to Naruto's skin as he spread out his fingers—he wondered if he could channel his chakra through only his lips…it seemed like a good enough time to try—he placed his lips on Naruto's hipbone—
"Ah—!"
Naruto stared at him, eyes wide—Sasuke smirked, lowering his lips again—his eyes didn't leave Naruto's and Naruto's didn't close—even as Sasuke's lips met Naruto's thigh—and Naruto was suddenly gasping for air—
He pressed in another finger.
"Fuck—god, Sasuke—I—"
Sasuke moved up, focusing back on the fingers, reaching with them, stretching them out—he kissed Naruto's neck, nipped at his ear—
"You…?" He prompted.
"I—ah! Haah," he panted, "I—want—I need—"
Sasuke smirked against his skin.
"Sasuke—please—"
Sasuke had his fingers out of Naruto in a heartbeat. He squeezed the lube again—it was probably too much, now, but he rubbed it on himself nonetheless—and pulled Naruto up onto his lap. Naruto's hands wrapped around his shoulders, his breath shuddering against Sasuke's ear as he began to lower himself—every time—this was—Sasuke would never tire of this—
"Nngh," the moan left Sasuke against his permission, but he was far too busy fighting the urge to thrust to do anything else—they still had the rest of the day—he couldn't—he had to make sure that Naruto—that Naruto—ah—Naruto…
"Sasuke," Naruto breathed, his hips starting to move, "Sas—mmph—"
Naruto pulled back to press their lips together—and Sasuke suddenly felt entirely overwhelmed—his lips hummed with a feeling—a familiar—oh—it was Naruto's chakra on his lips—
Two could play at that game.
He pushed back—letting his chakra pulse forward through his lips—on their lips—he could feel the chakra mix, between them—and Naruto—moaning into his mouth—his hips grinding down, meeting Sasuke with each thrust—
"Hah," Naruto panted, nails scratching at Sasuke's back, "Sas—I—ah—"
His entire being hummed with pleasure—he could feel Naruto all around him—it was—it was almost too much—it was—hah—
"Sasuke," Naruto moaned—Sasuke felt him link his ankles together behind Sasuke's back—it brought their hips so much closer, "Sasuke—nngh—"
"Naruto—"
Naruto's chakra weaved its way around him—it wrapped, it coiled around the pleasure—it magnified it—it was too much—Sasuke could barely breathe—
"Sa—" Naruto's voice was rising—Sasuke's eyes snapped open—
"Sasuke—" it rose again—
"I—" higher—
"I—" and higher—
"I—" and—higher—
Naruto slammed his head back with a yell and Sasuke lost control completely—the pleasure lashed through him like a whip—his vision blacked out and in that moment, the only thing he could feel was Naruto—
Slowly—softly—his senses returned to him—Naruto's legs fell apart, his forehead still pressed against Sasuke's shoulder. Sasuke nudged it up enough to press a kiss to his lips.
"Happy birthday, usuratonkachi."
Naruto stared at him with a dazed smile.
"I gotta have birthdays more often."
The sheets were probably ruined, in retrospect. He wasn't quite sure how he could have saved them. At least it had been well worth it…
He crumpled them together in a ball, looking up as he heard the shower turn off. He had played with the idea of joining Naruto, but they were supposed to be at the restaurant already. He hadn't realized it was so late.
He fiddled with the box, flipping it around in his hands before slipping it into his pocket. He wouldn't give Naruto the ring—not right now, anyways—but he had something smaller, like a trial run—
"Hey," Naruto hadn't bothered using a towel, Sasuke noticed. He—also—appeared to be well on his way to fully erect, and he was giving Sasuke a very, very intense look—Sasuke swallowed—damn it, Naruto, they had somewhere to be—
"What's that?" Naruto gestured to the small package Sasuke held.
"Your present," he answered simply, holding it out.
Naruto blinked.
"Was—was that," Naruto gestured towards the bed, "not it?"
Sasuke fought a smile.
"…part of it."
Naruto's laugh was filled with delight—and a touch of wonder.
"Well—okay," he smiled, "I'm not gonna complain—"
Sasuke held the box out, studiously ignoring the way his stomach twisted—it might not be a perfect gift, but it was important—to him, at least—
Naruto inhaled sharply.
"This is…"
Sasuke furiously scanned his face for any hint of reaction—anything that might indicate what he was feeling—if he hated it—
Naruto pulled the necklace from its box—it wasn't anything expensive, just a silver chain with the Uchiha clan symbol—but Naruto cradled it gently, his eyes wide. The coil around Sasuke's chest pulled tighter.
"…for me…?" Naruto's voice was barely a whisper.
Sasuke swallowed—his voice had abandoned him and all he could do was nod—
"Sasuke," Naruto breathed, "I'm—you—"
He gently unclipped the necklace to loop it around his neck, clutching at it all the while. Sasuke swallowed—the appearance of Naruto, clad in nothing but his symbol—naked, but marked by Sasuke—marked as his—
"Sasuke," Naruto said again, his eyes hooded, "come here."
It was all Sasuke could do to obey.
"What do you mean?" Naruto jogged to catch up to him—they were hellishly late at this point, "where are we going?"
Sasuke gave him an incredulous look, pausing outside of the building. It had taken some time to track Ichiraku's down, after the move—but surely Naruto knew exactly where they were.
"Where else would we go, usuratonkachi?"
Naruto blinked at him, slowly moving to look at the sign.
"We—oh—"
Sasuke shoved him through the door.
"Surprise!"
Naruto froze. Sasuke surreptitiously moved away from the blonde as the crowd barreled towards them. He had dealt with these people enough in getting them to be here, thank you very much—
"What—"
"Happy birthday, Naruto-kun!" Lee clapped Naruto on the back hard enough that the blonde stumbled a few steps forward.
"You're so late—I'm starved," Ino smiled, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
"What were you doing—sparring or something?" Kiba peered around Shino's shoulder, "we could feel your chakras just going nuts."
Naruto's face flushed.
"Um," he said, eyes flickering to Sasuke, "yeah—sparring…"
"On your birthday," he rolled his eyes, "you never change."
Naruto chuckled nervously, biting his lip and avoiding Sasuke's gaze. Sasuke stifled a smirk.
"Wait," Naruto's head snapped up, "didn't you have a mission today? And—Sakura—you said—"
"I did," she smiled, "but Sasuke rearranged everyone's schedules. He planned this whole thing."
Damn it, Sakura—
"Sasuke?" All heads turned to him—Naruto's eyes were so much brighter than the rest—
He gave an awkward shrug, looking away.
There was a pause. The eyes burned into him—Sasuke wondered how easy it would be to escape—if he could open a hole up into the ground to swallow him whole—or—better yet—swallow them whole—
"Enough talk," Chouji—Sasuke had never felt more affection for the man than in this moment—spoke, "let's eat!"
The crowd boomed with excitement—everyone scuttling to their chairs—Naruto had a place at the head of the table, he noticed—but he—he wouldn't stop staring at Sasuke—
"Sasuke-san," Iruka's voice made him look away from the dobe, "we saved you the spot beside Naruto."
He gestured for Sasuke to follow him. Sasuke obeyed, quietly padding over to his chair.
"I wanted to thank you," Iruka continued, using the boom of the crowd to muffle their conversation, "for doing all this. I was so shocked when you asked that it completely slipped my mind—"
He laughed. Sasuke shifted awkwardly.
Iruka's laugh trailed off, his eyes turning to Naruto—who still hadn't managed to come sit down. It seemed every time he tried, someone else caught his attention—pulling him into some loud, excited conversation—but Naruto's eyes kept drifting to Sasuke just as Sasuke's did to him—
"He's been so happy," Iruka gave a content sigh, "since you came back."
Sasuke swallowed.
"I know it wasn't easy," Iruka turned to him, "so I wanted to thank you. Really, truly—from the bottom of my heart—thank you."
Sasuke looked away. What was he supposed to say to that? He had never intended on staying in Konoha—it was never the plan—but Naruto was so good at destroying Sasuke's plans—
"And—if you ever need anything from me at all—please don't hesitate to ask."
The weight in Sasuke's pocket was suddenly much heavier.
He knew—Naruto considered Iruka to be family. And he had already spoken to Sakura—and Kakashi—and that left—that left Iruka. There was no one the blonde considered closer to a father…
"Actually," he turned to the man, hand resting on the box in his pocket, "there is one thing."
"Every time we do something like this," Sakura fiddled with her chopsticks, "I always want to plan the next time. But next time always takes so long to come…"
"Because managing you all is like herding cats," Sasuke muttered.
Sakura laughed.
Naruto grinned, squeezing Sasuke's thigh. His hand hadn't moved from the place all night.
"Hey—pass the soy sauce!" Kiba called from the other end of the table.
Ino rolled her eyes, grabbing the bottle.
"Not salty enough for you, dog boy?"
"Not nearly enough," he threw a wide grin at her disgusted expression.
"Naruto," Sai's voice caught his attention—he turned away from the conversation down the table. He still wasn't entirely sure what his feelings were towards the strange man—technically part of Team 7, but he wasn't, not to Sasuke, "why is the Uchiha clan symbol around your neck?"
The table went silent.
Naruto's hand moved from Sasuke's thigh to snap up to his neck.
"Um," Naruto said.
"Because Sasuke considers Naruto his family, Sai," Sakura—constantly redeeming herself, in Sasuke's eyes—came to their rescue. Sasuke saw Naruto visibly relax.
Sai's eyes—impossible to read—turned to look at Sasuke.
"Is that so?"
Sasuke was tempted not to reply—he really was—but Naruto's hand had moved back to his thigh, his thumb running slowly along it—
"As a brother?"
Sasuke twitched, his eyes turning to Naruto. He knew that Sai was trying to get a rise out of him—as usual, despite Naruto's consistent protests to the contrary—but Sasuke was considering something far more important. Sasuke had never really intended to keep them a secret—he was just a private person, and Naruto knew that.
He was sure Naruto would have told the entire village, otherwise.
Sasuke turned back to his food.
"More like a spouse," he said calmly.
The table froze.
Sasuke continued to eat.
SLAM!
"I fucking knew it!" Kiba slapped his hands on the table as he jumped to his feet.
"Sit down," Shino yanked at him.
Shikamaru calmly held a hand out over the table, gesturing at Chouji—who, with a groan, pulled out his wallet. Ino snickered, giving him a playful nudge.
"C-congratulations, Naruto-kun," Hinata gave a soft smile, "and you too, Sasuke-kun."
Sasuke nodded his acceptance—eyes flickering back to Naruto, who still seemed frozen.
"…Naruto?"
He suddenly felt very nervous. Naruto—Naruto hadn't wanted to keep them a secret, had he? Sure, Sasuke's name wasn't exactly clean—and neither was the Uchiha name—but Naruto had never—he had never—
Sasuke thoughts were thrown out of his mind as Naruto nearly launched himself at him, crashing their lips together. Sasuke was vaguely aware of the howling around him—the catcalls and the whistles—but he was far more intensely aware of the way Naruto was nearly melting against him—how was it that he could feel someone else's emotions so clearly—
Naruto pulled away and Sasuke's eyes flickered open—he felt dazed, the sounds around him muffled, out of focus—as if he was underwater—
"Well," Kakashi's voice rang out, "it seems we have more to celebrate than just Naruto's birthday, hm?"
A/N: One chapter left! This went by way too fast. What did you guys think? Let me know! 3
Until tomorrow,
- Kinomi